They caught you while humping his pillow. (Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo)
Fem reader. +18. Smut. Face sitting. P in v. Unprotected sex. Fingering. Masturbating. Sweet talking. Humiliation.
You felt like a horny teenager trying to masturbate for the first time. Even though you were ashamed of what you were doing, you kept doing it.
You rubbed your pathetic, damp folds against his pillow. You were holding your phone, looking at a lewd photo he'd sent you earlier, while you were fucking his pillow.
It was embarrassing, but Satoru had been away for so long that you missed him terribly. It all happened simply because you buried your face in his pillow. His scent clung to the pillow, mockingly reminding you of his absence.
The edge of the pillow was damp with your essence. You were going to put it in the washing machine before he came home anyway. Right now, you were just taking out the frustrating tension caused by your longing for him on the pillow. Imagining it was his bulge instead of his pillow.
A soft moan escaped your lips each time the soft fabric of his pillow brushed against your throbbing clit.
You were so focused on your handsome boyfriend's photo on the phone that you couldn't hear or see anything. Even your dear boyfriend Satoru, leaning against the doorframe, grinning cunningly with a big bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand.
“Satoru…” a soft moan of his name escaped from your lips.
You threw the phone aside in panic, pulled the pillow from between your thighs, and covered your bare lower body with it. Where did he come from? He wasn’t supposed to be here this early.
“No, no… please don’t stop. I don’t want to interrupt your fun. Keep going, I'll just watch you.” That sarcastic, teasing voice made your shame even more unbearable. You felt utterly humiliated.
You buried your face in your hands, consumed by burning shame. Both your pillows were different colors, and you couldn't lie and say it was yours. You'd been caught fucking his pillow like a depserate slut.
You heard his footsteps slowly approaching. He put the bouquet aside, and sat on the edge of the bed.
He grabbed your wrists and gently removed your hands away from your face. He gently pressed his lips on yours, his tongue slipped past your lips and kissed you deeply.
Satoru Gojo would never be so gentle after witnessing a scene like that. He wasn’t anyway.
He pushed you back onto your stomach and placed the pillow covering your lower body between your legs. A little whimper fell out of your lips.
“Satoru…” You whined as he grabbed your ass and pressed you further on his pillow.
“You were very enthusiastic about it. You missed me that much? This pussy can’t even go a day without me huh?” He purred into your ear. His voice was burning through your skin.
“Ride it. Smear your scent on it baby c’mon.” He gave your ass a stinging smack, drawing a delightful moan out of your lips.
You hesitantly started to grind yourself against his pillow again. His eyes were narrowed cunningly, watching you hump his pillow. You avoided eye contact with him. He cupped your chin and turned your face towards him.
“Why are you looking away? You were drooling on my photo earlier. Now you can do it while looking at me.” His voice sounded annoyingly innocent. You were furious. If you weren't so humiliated, you would have rubbed your cunt against his face instead of his pillow and taught him a lesson.
Your eyes drifted to his lips; they were so soft and red, so kissable, so sitable. You began grinding harder against the pillow between your legs, the fabric slightly burning your sensitive clit. Your mouth was slightly parted with pleasure.
His eyes never left you for a moment. He watched, like a hungry hawk, the circling movements of your hips on his, the way your hair fell across your face, and how your soft skin began to sweat.
He couldn't possibly be jealous of a mere pillow.
He yanked the messy pillow out between your trembling thighs and put it on his back before placing his head down on it. With a swift movement, he grabbed you by your legs and pulled you onto his face. It's as if your minds are connected, he brought you to exactly the position you wanted to be in.
“I don’t want your sweet taste to go to waste, baby. Sit on my face, I bet I can make you feel better than that pillow.” He purred against your dripping hole before giving it a long, deep lick.
He let out a low groan as your arousal filled his tastebuds. “Fuck- mmm delicious…” Every stroke of his skilled tongue made your hips writhe with pleasure. His tongue felt so soothing after the harsh friction against his pillow made you sensitive.
He wasn’t eating you out, he was devouring your pussy like a starving man. Each lewd slurp and moan against your fluttering walls brought you closer to the edge. You had put all your weight on his face. You were rubbing your cunt against his face as if you were humping that pillow.
He was suffocating a little, but he derived a masochistic pleasure from it. He would gladly die between your legs; it would be an honorable death for him.
You were bouncing slightly on his face; your orgasm was very close. You held on tightly to the headboard. The wet, messy slurping and lapping sounds of his mouth was dizzying.
“Toru- fuck cumming!” Your hips stuttered against his face when you finally came. He drank and swallowed every drop happily.
He held you by your hips and lifted you slowly from his face. Messy and glistening with your cum.
“Now it’s time for you to ride my cock.”
He let out a weary sigh after entering the apartment. He untied his hair and let it fall down his shoulders; his head ached. He wanted to take a shower, snuggle into your warm arms, bury his face in your bosom and fall asleep.
Judging by the clock, you should already be asleep. But a soft sound coming from the bedroom proved otherwise. He slowly made his way towards your bedroom, not wanting to wake you if you were asleep. However, the increasing sounds of deep breathing and the rustling of the sheets as he approached indicated that you weren't asleep.
When he slowly opened the door, he froze at the sight before him. He was faced with a completely pornographic scene. Your back was turned to the door; you hadn't heard or seen him come in. You were wearing his t-shirt, which was many times too big for you, your lower body was completely naked, and his pillow was between your legs. You had your hips raised like a cat, rocking back and forth on his pillow.
With each lift of your hips, your fluids of pleasure dripped onto the pillow in a thin line. For a moment, he forgot the plane of his surroundings, even his own self consciousness faded from his mind. He simply stared, mesmerized, at your obscene image. A wicked grin spread across his face.
He approached the bed with careful and silent steps. You continued masturbating, your face buried in the sheets, unaware of his arrival.
You suddenly felt his weight on your back and let out a startled scream. A deep giggle escaped his chest. “Shh, it’s me baby.” He buried his face in your neck and inhaled your scent.
“My, my… I even bought you some nice toys so you wouldn't get bored while I was away but it seems you've chosen to be a little bit perverted tonight~” he murmured against your ear, his breath warm against your skin.
"Suguru…" you groaned. You felt extremely ashamed. You wished you could erase your existence for a moment. His hips pressed against yours, trapping you between the pillow and his body without putting his full weight on you. His clothed bulge brushed against your ass, drawing little moans out of your lips.
“Don't be shy, sweetheart. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen. If I'd known you missed me this much, I would have come sooner. You know I'd never leave you alone and needy.” His whispers were so sweet and caring while he pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees.
He grabbed his shaft and pumped a few times before gently rubbing the tip against your folds. He groaned softly when he felt how soaked and warm you got by humping his pillow.
“It's very thoughtful of you to prepare yourself for me, dove. So wet and ready, all for me yeah?” He purred before sliding himself in your wet warmth. You let out a shaky whimper when you felt his cock stretching you out slowly.
Oh no, you tightened around his cock as if you’re not tight already. It made him roll his eyes back with pleasure.
“How can you get tighter each time even though I’ve fucked you countless times, pretty doll…” He almost whined before stuffing you completely with his length. Oh those sweet nicknames he used were the complete opposite of his actions right now.
His hands slipped inside your (his) t-shirt and cupped your breasts, squeezing them lightly. His pubic hair brushed against your ass, making you arch your back like a needy cat. He leaned even closer, his chest touching your back.
Him pulling his cock out and then quickly thrust it back in with force caused your clit to rub against the pillow under you. You screamed his name with pleasure because of the friction. He had set a fast and intense pace, thrusting in and out of you while causing a friction between his pillow and your clit. The sounds of skin slapping against skin bounced on the bedroom walls.
He pinched your nipples and kissed your cheeks as he fucked you senseless from behind. You were dizzy with pleasure. All you could think about was him. You buried your face onto the mattress.
“Suguru~ I’m gonna-“ your voice muffled.
“I know baby I know…” He whispered gently against your ear. Your tight walls squeezed around him so hard while having an orgasm he had to pull out quickly and cum all over your ass.
“F-fuck… it’s your fault that I came this early.” He grunted and pulled the cum stained pillow under you and tossed it aside.
He started to pump his cock, slicked with your essence, in his fist, trying to make himself ready again.
“Turn around, baby. I’m not gonna let you go yet.”
His heart was beating so fast at the sounds he heard that he thought he was having a heart attack.
He never expected this from you. It never even crossed his mind that you would cheat on him. He loved you very much and trusted you completely. You couldn't possibly be doing this to him, could you?
The bed creaked and you were making the same noises you made while you were under him, drowning in pleasure.
He was standing anxiously in front of the bedroom door, afraid of what he would see when he went inside. What if, instead of cheating on him, you were actually struggling with a bad guy? What if you were in danger?
Who was he trying to fool? He knew you well enough to know that you were moaning with pleasure, not pain.
The thoughts began to gnaw at him; he had to put a stop to it. You shouldn't have acted ruthlessly to him.
He quickly opened the door with a bang and barged inside.
“Ahh~ Choso-“ Your moans were cut off by the banging of the door.
You froze like a deer in headlights. You looked at your lover in panic before shame could consume your entire body.
He, just like you, was frozen in place. His eyes darted between your naked body, his pillow under your legs, and that one sex video you had filmed together, which was still playing on your laptop.
His mind went blank. He must have died from the panic he experienced outside the bedroom door just moments ago; what he was seeing now didn't seem real to him.
In a moment of foolishness, he slammed the door shut again without saying anything.
You were going to die of shame. Choso just caught you hornily using his pillow. You quickly pulled the pillow from under your aching cunt that was ripped off from an orgasm. You were about to get out of bed to get dressed.
Choso opened the door again. You were still naked. Still alone and not cheating on him. You were getting out of bed, the panties you'd thrown aside were in your hand, ready to put them on.
“Choso I thought you wouldn’t come tonight,” you explained nervously, as you bent down to wear your panties again.
“Don’t.” He breathed out, his voice slightly hoarse. You stopped and looked up at him. He approached you slowly. He felt so angry at himself for thinking you were cheating on him. His lovely woman would never do such a thing.
“Don’t wear that, please.” He murmured as he stopped in front of you. Your panties fell down from your hand. You stood completely naked in front of him. He gently lifted one hand to graze your cheekbone.
“You know… I’ve never watched the video after we recorded it.” He got even closer, you could feel his warm breath on your lips.
He pressed his lips on yours and pushed you back onto the mattress, settling himself in between your legs as he kissed you.
“Let’s watch it together.” He whispered between kisses.
Now he was naked, just like you. He leaned back comfortably with the pillow you'd just humped, and took you into his lap, with your back leaned against his chest.
His fingers were stroking your clit at an extremely slow torturing pace. And your hand was gripping his length, slowly jerking him off. The video wasn’t too long actually, only 4 minutes because your camera just recorded a small part. There was no beginning and no end, just him and you fucking passionately.
You leaned your head back on his shoulder and closed your eyes. The video was almost over, maybe he would finally put his dick inside you when it was finished.
But when the video ended, he restarted the video. You looked back at the screen in surprise. This time, he was circling his fingers against your clit faster and more vigorously.
“Cho-mmph“ He cut you off by capturing your lips in a wet, messy kiss. He bucked his cock into your palm, needing you to grip it tighter.
You pulled away from the kiss but his mouth was still hovered over yours. Your hand moved up and down skillfully on his shaft, you teased the tip, collecting his precum on your forefinger before putting it in between your lips.
That made him press his fingers even harder against you.
And when the video came to an end again, he restarted it. Again.
This time, he pushed two fingers inside, gently grazing your gummy walls, pumping his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt. His free hand went up to grope your breast, gently pinching your nipple and giving your soft mound a gentle massage while he fucked you with his fingers.
You were going to lose your mind.
He was doing this on purpose.
You stroked his cock firmly and faster than before. You both touched each other with a passion about to explode. You gripped his twitching cock even tighter as his fingers skillfully thrust inside you.
He pulled his fingers out of your squelching cunt just as you were about to cum.
“Choso…” you mewled and complained, your walls fluttering with a need to release desperately. You pulled your hand away from his cock and dug your fingertips on his forearms with need.
And when the video stopped, he opened the laptop cam instead of restarting the video. He aligned his cock against your dripping entrance.
“Let’s make another video but this time we’ll make it longer so you can please yourself properly whenever I’m away.” He whispered against your ear before harshly thrusting inside of you and pressing the record button.